Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Egypt and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Donald Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Can,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.